Chapter 1

Alex punched the keys on his laptop. He was staring intently at the screen as columns of numbers of numbers shifted. The stock market had been very volatile in the 24 hours. He was a firm believer that when the market was in flux, profits could be made by a savvy investor.

The quiet was disturbed by rising female voices from another room. Alex closed his eyes and listened. It was a common recurrence. He heard an angry outcry: “You are NOT my boss!”. There was a quieter unintelligible response followed by: “That was last night! This work! He told you how it was to work!

Then another angry voice screamed: “You will do what I told you!”

Alex rolled his eyes in vexation. His change in posture caused a responding stir from the girl kneeling between his legs. He leaned back in his office chair and looked down to his lap. The beautiful Chinese girl looked up at him with her lidded almond eyes. She had been sucking on his penis for the past hour. Her skills were so practiced he could focus on his work as she kept his cock in a turgid state without completely distracting him. She said she could go into a completely meditative state as she sucked. She had told him she would lose track of time and reality as she “prayed to her Master’s mighty phallus.”

She cocked her head and listened to the loud argument in the other room. She lifted her head and his glistening shaft popped from her lips. Her wrists were bound so she pushed her naked body upward with her braced legs. Her full breasts parted over his erection as she pushed herself up against him. He opened his legs so her torso could rise pressing to him. He was only wearing a robe, which parted open as she shifted her shoulders to slowly rock her firm body up his. She rested her head on his chest looking toward the disruption in the other room.

He took a deep responsive breath to her innocently, unconscious actions. She was always so unaware of her incredible body and sexuality. She always seemed unaware of her sensual beauty and delighted when realizing she was arousing to him.

Her coal-black hair tickled against his neck. She always bound it in a loose bun on her head when needed to serve her Master’s cock. He ran his fingers from the top swell of her bottom up her spine. He was struck by a powerful sensory remembrance of the tight grip of her steamy pussy on his cock.

There was a sharp crack of a hard slap.

Alex tilted his head back against the chair rest. He closed his eyes. He thought about how it all started.

That past summer had been a wet one in South Florida. Alex had been attending a business conference in Miami. He had left the conference center and walked several blocks when the skies opened up and a torrential rain started. He had ducked under a storefront canopy for shelter. He noticed two huddled figures pushing a cart toward him on the sidewalk. As they drew closer he yelled over the roaring sound of rain to get under the canopy. The two blurred shapes turned and pushed their cart toward his motioning hand. It was two soaked young ladies. It was a white girl and a black girl. They wore identical once frilly black satin French maid outfits. The lacy decolletage tops were plastered to their bosoms. Both girl’s hair hung in wet bangs which had been styled in curls. Their frilly short skirts had been flattened to their legs. The blonde girl immediately gripped the cart and bent her leg to pull off a stiletto heel. I appreciated the revealing of a shapely leg clad in fishnet stockings. I noticed also that these were not simply pantyhose but classic lacy garters probably suspended by a garter belt. She was so agitated she didn’t notice my rapt interest.

“I hate these shoes,” she said in disgust, throwing the heel in the cart. She rubbed her uplifted foot. She shook the wet blonde bangs from her eyes and looked at me. I was immediately struck that this was a stunningly pretty girl. She had large deep blue eyes and a generous mouth graced with a full upper lip that curled as ready for a kiss.

“That was the worst job I have ever had!” she added. “I quit! He can keep his crappy pay!”

She noticed my eyes on her garter stocking extended leg and jerked herself back to her feet.

Her companion was discretely removing her heels on the other side of the cart. I had caught the brief flash of her eyes on me and then she had bent forward and the thick mass of wet black curls had covered her face.

The blonde was observing me. “Yesterday, all these old men kept asking us to come to their parties after work. They all wanted us to wear these stupid outfits. What is it with guys and these silly costumes?

I realized “old men” to this young lady was probably anyone over thirty. Her soaked latticed bodice clung to her well-rounded bust. She watched me closely.

“I think it is a matter of taste” I replied as I turned to see how her friend was doing. I had felt her attention on me. She had positioned herself on the other side of the cart as she removed her heels. I saw bright brown eyes watching me and then she bent forward to remove a heel allowing the dark mass of curly hair to fall forward over her face.

“Looks as if all your promotion information is ruined,” I observed, looking into rain filled cart.

“Who cares? I quit.” Using the very tips of two fingers the blonde gingerly lifted a limp placard from the cart. She held it, watching the water stream from it, and dropped it back in the cart.

She looked at her friend. “We are probably fired anyway. You want to quit too Kiara?”

The other girl nodded. I still had not seen her visually acknowledge me.

The rain had slowed to a drizzle. I held my hand out from under the canopy. “Well, I am going to dash my RV around the corner. Nice to meet you two. Hope it all works out for you”

“You got an RV here? The blonde asked. “Could we change out of this wet stuff there? We won’t make a mess. We got dry clothes in our bags.” She squatted down opening a door on the side of the cart and pulled out two carry-on bags. She looked up at me.

I again noticed the deep cleavage of barely concealed full breasts. She caught my glance and aware of her revealing attire quickly arose. She looked at me closely and carried the bags around the cart over to her friend.

“You want to change Kiara?” She asked her friend. Both girls looked across the cart at me. I could see they were considering the risks of the situation.

I smiled. “Listen it is in that open parking lot in the next block. It is a regular RV with windows in a public place. Walk over and look at it and make up your mind. I am glad to help you two out.” I shrugged and walked from the shelter and down the street. Their bare feet padded on the wet sidewalk behind me.

I led them to the next block and into the parking lot. The sun had come out and the Florida day was quickly becoming hot and thickly humid. The pavement was steaming. I had rented six spaces to accommodate the space I needed to park. I walked to my RV and unlocked the door.

“Wow,” I heard the blonde exclaim. “Yeah,” I replied. “It is called a motor coach instead of an RV.”

The massive. Bus-sized, King Aire dominated the parking lot spaces. “I use it for a business office so I can tax write off much of the expense.” I folded the door back allowing cool air to flow out. I stood back and beckoned them to climb aboard.

The two girls stood at the entrance of the open sitting and entertaining section. Kiara was running her hand over the upholstery of the grouped sitting area. She looked directly at me for the first time. “Leather?” she asked. I nodded. I became aware this was another beautiful girl even if rain-drenched.

I rested on my arm on the large command chair by the steering wheel on the raised front deck. “I am Alex.” with a slight bow.

The two girls looked at me. “Oh yeah,” The blonde girl replied. “I am Anniston and this is Kiara. This is nice. Thanks”

I nodded. “You can find a palace to change back. There is a shower if you want. Look in the cabinet by the sink for a hair dryer. Yell if you need something. I have some work to do up here.” I motioned toward a small office desk alcove nestled in the sitting section.

The two girls headed to the back of the coach. I watched them examine the door and look back at me. I smiled and made a closing gesture. It closed firmly.

I pulled a Yuengling short from the mini-bar refrigerator and sat at the office. I turned on the sound system and brought up James Grant and some Anjunadeep. I opened my work program on the computer and began to work on today’s business. I heard some giggles and water running in the back. There was a double-sized tiled shower back there with optimum hot water and all the female necessities needed. The vanity space was stocked with the best of domestic and exotic soaps, creams, lotions, and perfumes. The towels are thick and the very best on the market. I did enjoy relishing the thought of those two drowned rats discovering luxuries.

Time passed and Kiara emerged wrapped in one of the big towels. She a towel around her head like a turban. Bare-footed she padded into the kitchen and looked around uncertainly.

“Anniston wanted me to get us a couple of beers if it is OK.” I pushed my chair back and arose. “Sure. What kind do you ladies want? I have domestic and imported.” I walked into the kitchen. I knew she didn’t recognize the refrigerator door because it matched the other cabinets. I opened the appliance and she approached closer and clasping the towel to her, bent forward to get a closer look. I smelled a clean girl and the light musky fragrance of one of the exotic soaps.

She reached in and moved several bottles. “I don’t know these. We usually just drink Michelob lights” she commented. I leaned in and selected two turning to her and holding them up. She had moved closer to look. We were in each other’s space. “These are Mexican but I think you will like them.”

I had learned about submissive girls by trial and error in the past 10 years since High School. I had gained an almost extraordinary recognition of a submissive female. The shyness was their practiced mask. I also learned that a submissive girl would often have a strong physical attraction to me. I was familiar with the signals.

The beers clicked together as I handed them to her, our faces were close, and on impulse, I turned my head to kiss her full and inviting lips. Her mouth fluttered against mine then responded. We kissed for a breathless moment. Then she pulled away. We both stood up.

I closed the cooler door. She held the two beers together by the necks with one hand and clutched the wrapped towel together at the full swell of her breasts with the other. She cocked her head looking up at me with big brown eyes startled by my boldness. Her lips were parted. “You kissed me. Why did you do that?”

I took the beer from her. “Let me open that” I took the tops off and carried her beer to the deep, curved leather sofa, I sat down and patted the spot next to me. “Come sit here”

She stood in the kitchen looking at me. I observed she was startled by my boldness and her own physical response. Such a wonderful seduction this would be!

She looked away from me but obeyed and timidity came to sit on the edge of the sofa. I opened her beer and handed it to her. She glanced up at me. “Thank you,” she said softly. “You are a very pretty girl, Kiara,” I said. “Thank you,” she replied very softly. “Also very sexy,” I added. She glanced up at me and then away. “Thank you” she replied. She looked down and took a sip of her beer.” I pushed back into the depths of the sofa and lifted my hand to slide the back of my fingers on her bare forearm. She shivered. “Your skin is flawless. I love this golden shade of brown.” I asked her again. “Did you like kissing me?”

She took a sip of her beer. “Maybe.” she turned to look back at me, “But you scare me.”

I smiled at her. “Because you are attracted to me? She started to turn away from my gaze. “No Kiara I want you to look at me” She lifted her eyes back to mine. I continued to run my fingers across. Her skin. “I am attracted to you. I would like to kiss you again. Put that beer down and lean down to me so I can kiss you again”

She looked toward the back of the couch and then turned to put the beer on the small table separating the sections of the couch. She turned back to me, still clutching the robe at her chest, she leaned forward for a kiss. I had moved my arm behind her waist and I pulled her down to me. Her balled hand, clutching the towel was between us. She melted in my embrace as we kissed. Our tongues danced together. Her hand relaxed and I gently used my arm to free it from between us. I broke the kiss and whispered against her lips “Kiara put your arms around my neck.” She tentatively obeyed. I ran a hand down and under the towel to grasp a firm bare buttock. I pulled them against me a tight embrace and kissed her hard. Her kisses became more passionate and time slipped away. She moved herself against me. She her arms around my neck, twisting her head to kiss me harder. I ran the fingers of my other hand under the turban on her head and pushed it up and away. Thick black curls fell over us. Using a handful of hair I lifted her face from mine. Her lips seek mine. “Kiara,” I said softly. “Kiara” I repeated. She blinked and her eyes searched my face as our eyes met. “I am pulling this towel away. I want you naked. I will want you always naked when with me.” She blinked again. My boldness seemed beyond what she could comprehend at the moment. I tugged the bottom of the towel and fell it loosely from between us. I reached up higher and pulled it from her torso. Her face came down and she kissed me hard. She moved herself so she was on top of me her legs straddling my hips. She ground her pelvis against me. I now had a wonderfully on-fire, nude girl in my arms.